Autumn

Thankfully this year I didn't get lost...with a little help from GPS.

Now on to "picking your own pumpkin," really though, I could have just bought one at the grocery store, but why not?  What could compare with sitting on a large square chunk of hay of hay poking you the ass and trudging through mud, then lugging a 20 pound pumpkin back to buy it?

Maybe a root canal...(okay, I admit it, I'm not a nature girl, but at least I tried...)

But I cannot deny that I love Autumn in general.  You can feel a distinctive change in the air.  The monotonous green leaves suddenly display their personality with beautiful colors of yellow, red, and orange.

Happy National Poetry Day

I spent the day with E.E. Cummings. 

My personal favorite:

somewhere i have never travelled,gladly beyond
any experience,your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose me,
or which i cannot touch because they are too near

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have closed myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as Spring opens
(touching skilfully,mysteriously)her first rose

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifully ,suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow carefully everywhere descending;

nothing which we are to perceive in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility:whose texture
compels me with the color of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens;only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses)
nobody,not even the rain,has such small hands

Distractions

Distractions are everywhere.  Please leave me alone!  I can't seem to just sit and write.  Maybe it's the obsessive-compulsive in me that can't ignore something not clean or out of place.  Arrrrh!  Monk and I would have been great friends.

My screenplay is going slow, but I have a story, and most importantly, I have a character.  I love when they start talking to you:  telling you their lives, desires, disappointments, and secrets.  Oh...the secrets are the best.

There is so little time write it all down, but instead of looking at that as a bad thing, it's really good.  At least I got a lot to write, hopefully people will want to read it. 

My TV writing class started this week.  Yes, three classes at once (I'm also taking Poetry).  My husband asks if I'm crazy.  Sometimes I am and isn't it great.